by F. E. Campbell

Originally published in Hogtie Vol 3, No 8

Scanned by Ekrayon and Transcribed by guardian46w

Story codes: M/f, bdsm, reluct, naked, punishment, bondage, cane, stretched, spread, trestle, X

Lady Emily Halibut pouted. "I say, Fellowes, why can't you just stay with your buttling and leave the young Mistress in peace! I'm sure other butlers don't follow girls around."

Fellowes coughed gently. Emily knew it as a prelude to doom. "It is possible, M'Lady, that other daughters of the nobility are less inclined to carnal excess."

"But, Fellowes, he only had his trousers off. I was sewing on a button for him."

"I failed to notice a needle and thread, Miss."

"Don't be picky. I'd have managed."

"You were also totally nude, M'Lady."

"I was showing him the mole on my bottom."

"Your gluteal region is devoid of moles, M'Lady."

"I suppose I'm for the high jump again? Oh Fellowes…!" Lady Emily contrived to look her most pathetic. "What do I get this time?"

"A half dozen with the cane to commence, Miss."

"Well, I suppose six isn't all that bad." Lady Emily's sunny disposition was coming to the fore. "My poor little bottom, aren't you ashamed?"

"No, Miss. The six is but a prelude. If you will accompany me to the punishment room?"

"Oh shit! Naked, I suppose?"

"Quite so, Miss. The kneeling bench, if you will be so kind."

"That's horrid. I can't move with all those straps and my cunt sticks out behind and gets sliced along with the rest."

"A salutary lesson, Miss. I will tighten the waist and wrist straps one more notch. The rear effect is most becoming."

"I bet it is!" Emily's voice was bitter. "I say, Fellowes darling, how about a piece of tail before we start?"

"No, Miss."

"It would do a lot for my morale. It's very low."

"I must decline the honor, Miss."

Emily's voice was wan. "You could stick it in nicely from the back, the way you've got me bent. Just a quickie?"

"You are most thoughtful, M'Lady. I will now cane you."

"Ouch! Whoops! Oh golly! I say, Fellowes, that was harder than last time. I think a bit of my bottom's fallen on the floor."

"I would ascribe your distress to your caning of yesterday, Miss."

"You mean about that chap from the telephone company - WAHH! ARRGH - Oh blast…! Dammit, Fellowes, you shouldn't cane me when I'm talking."

"You are rarely silent, M'Lady. I will accelerate this preliminary so that we may advance to our more serious endeavor."

"Torture would be a better word, Fellowes. Oh WAHHHHHHH! Shit! Oh Fellll00000wwwwees…! I don't deserve whatever this is. I'm sure it's awful. Can I be whipped instead, please?"

"You dispose your person, face up, across the two stools, Miss."

"But that trestle effect between it looks so unkind."

"Thank you, Miss. I will just position you... ah, so!"

"Ah, so! to you too, Fellowes! I was sure you'd spread eagle me! Please! Not too tight!"

"Tension is of the essence, Miss. These floor rings are ideal."

"Oh, Fellowes, you've got me so I can't twitch. But aren't my legs beautifully spread! Wouldn't you like a nice intermission inside me?"

"An inviting prospect indeed, M'Lady. But duty calls. I now remove the two stools."

"UUUUUGGGGGHHHHH… oh no… OH NO!! Oh Fellowes! Help!"

"I am hopeful this new situation will incline you towards repentance, Miss, a renouncement of lust?"

"That sounds a bit vulgar. I suppose you know I'm dying. I'm a see-saw on this bloody trestle. It's breaking my back."

"I will take up the slack on the ropes, Miss. The surface on which you rest is not unduly sharp."

"It's already through my back-bone and advancing steadily. Oh, Fellowes… take me off… Oh please take me off!"

"Thank you, Miss. I am gratified by your dolor."

"I'll never try for another piece of tail, I promise!"

"In a few hours your assurance will be even more sincere, Miss."

"I shall be dead. Oh Fellowes, you don't want to fuck a girl with a broken back, do you?"

"It is a contingency I have not contemplated, M 'Lady."

"Contemplate it now, Fellowes. I say, is my cunt still there?"

"It appears to be in good order, Miss."

"Then for heaven's sake use it while we can."

"I could not advise the additional stress, M'Lady."

"Stick the stool back under."

"I am reserving that for the depilation, Miss."

"What's that?"

"The removal of your pubic hair, Miss. With tweezers."

"You wouldn't! Oh no, Fellowes, please! My lovely hair!"

"The price of chastity, M'Lady."

"Chastity my arse! Oh Fellowes!"

"Quite so, M'Lady. I will just tighten your left wrist."

"Oh shit!"

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